King's Bride Beck Michaels Pdf Novels & Stories

The ceremony was over, and their mate bond was sealed forever. “You may kiss your bride,” said the priest. With shaky hands, Brishor stepped closer to Meryl. He lifted her veil and the world faded. “I love you, my queen,” he said and leaned down to kiss his beautiful wife. She closed her eyes while he continued to stare at her, seeing her face through his heavy-lidded eyes. When he pulled away, he licked her lips. He squeezed her hand and then they turned to face the crowd. The priest brought Meryl’s crown—a gold circlet with a lapis lazuli in the center. Brishor took the crown and placed it on her head.

King kissed her neck, and then went all the way down. An Taotao clung to the sheet, and her fear gathered in her eyes. "Mr. King, what are you trying to do? Let go of me!", She protested. "You are the bride given to me by the An family. Tonight is our wedding night. What do you expect me to do?" Mr. King laughed, but there was no emotion in his eyes. "But, but we just met, this pace is a bit too fast." An Taotao was struggling as she replied.

He dropped to one knee and gently pulled me into his arms. The moment his raging lightning touched me, it softened. It turned into gentle, tingling currents wrapping around my fingertips. "Selene..." His voice was softer than ever. His rough thumb brushed my pale cheek. "I’m late." His hand hovered over my severed bond. The God King’s pure essence flooded my body, mending my shattered soul. The tearing pain finally eased. Instead, a burning heat filled me—the heat of his overwhelming power. "Summon the Golden Chariot!" Theron roared at the sky. "Now!"

I was lost in thought when he finally spoke. “Get in,” he said without looking up. His voice was calm but filled with authority. Quickly, I stepped inside the car. If I was going to survive around him, I needed to stand strong. Zeke entered from the other side and the cars drove out of the mansion. ********* We arrived at the small government registration office where we would get a marriage certificate. A woman who was behind the desk looked up and froze. With her mouth agape, her pen slipped right out of her hand.

“We are not aware who did it, but we are looking for the person.” “Hmm, find the person,” I ordered and walked towards her room. If there was one thing I'd noticed about my bride, it was how fear dominated her and her family preys on that. I wouldn't have cared if she wasn't my property now. I opened the door just in time to see Zach Moretti's wife shred the outfit of my bride. I looked at her as those tears fell from her eyes again, like a weak flower scared to bloom. “Someone needs to remind you that you would never be more than a slave,” the woman said and for some reason, those words riled me up.

Red-faced Nathan frowned and plopped down beside me. Just then a stunning woman came out from the back rooms holding a tiny bundle in her arms. She was dressed in a sparkling gown and I felt extremely underdressed. “Honey, she is hungry and won't drink from my pinky,” she said softly and I watched the king take the infant and offer his finger. His face lit up as he gazed at the child hidden within the blanket. “This is my queen and love of my life, Bridgette Crinan. Dear these are the parents of the young male,’’ he said softly.

Seraphina Vale had always imagined her wedding day would smell like roses. Instead, it smelled like fear. The veil over her face blurred the world into a hazy dream as she stood alone in the small side room of the cathedral, fingers clenched so tightly around her bouquet that her knuckles ached. Outside, the organ swelled, people murmured, and somewhere beyond the doors the mafia world gathered to watch her marry one of its most dangerous kings. Damian Blackwell. Her fiancé.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

I let go of his hand and turned toward Salvatore. He looked, formidable. Immaculate in black, tailored to perfection, power resting on him as naturally as breath. When he took my hands, his grip was warm, certain. Whatever storms existed in his world, the old man stood unshaken. The vows were spoken clearly, deliberately. Promises of loyalty, protection, unity, and not flowery. This was not a fairytale marriage like the others. This is me repaying for my father's debt. When he said my name Miranda, there was something real in his voice. When I said his, my voice almost trembled. A loud applause thundered through the hall as we were pronounced husband and wife.

This was a royal decree and as much as Jobe hated it, he knew there was nothing he could do. The royal bride maker, which was the company of over six women and two men, arrived at the Asika home and were all welcomed into the house. The wedding, although its notification came in this morning, would take place at the central temple tomorrow as decreed by the council of alphas. And the Royal bride makers came to make sure the bride would be ready for her big day of becoming the queen. Mia Asika, the youngest and most rebellious Asika who has been out of the house since the break of dawn in search of a better scholar, returns home only to find it crowded with strange faces she’d never seen befo